Monday, February 08, 2010

Drama Llama. Yep, he strikes again. (Paula*)

Once upon a time there was a group of fiber friends. They would gather together, rejoicing in their shared addiction to all things yarn. And because it was good, others came and wanted to learn. The fiber friends gladly shared their knowledge, safe in the thought that there would always be enough yarn for everyone. (What wasn't already in their collective stashes could be purchased on the wonder that is the internet and the LYS's, or made by the spinsters amongst them.)

Alas, as the group grew, one sharp-eyed elder noticed that not all the fiber friends were the same. Some used sticks and string, but others were hookers. Still worse, a few were revolutionists that spent their time just spinning their wheels. A cry went out to segregate the spinners.

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I've only got the beginning of this story. And honestly, I don't intend for there to be an ending.

Except that maybe the fiber friends quickly realize that the love of fiber transcends the tools used, and everyone lives happily every Wednesday.


*Quote was stolen without permission from a completely unrelated post of In My Own Little Corner. I have a feeling that I will be stealing this phrase again in the future.

2 comments:

傷害 said...

Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.............................................

Paula L said...

oh i must have missed something!!

The Drama Llama..he comes in the middle of the night when you least expect it!!